When Timmy was first born into the world it was full of magic. His mother, Rocious loved him in an eternal and expansiveness way with certainty, like the certainty of the eye of the storm. The eye of the storm knows its meaning and purpose, like a rock that falls down into a cave trapping…
Category: Short Story
The Door Hinge Maker’s Wife
“A hinge is a type of bearing that connects two solid objects, typically allowing only a limited angle of rotation between them. Two objects connected by an ideal hinge rotate relative to each other about a fixed axis of rotation.” –From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. There was never any freedom in Emily’s life, not really….
Beavers in Miami
I spend a fair amount of my psychological time calibrating the meaning of this thing, this important thing, we call racial identity. Full of industriousness and enthusiasm as I honor the African American in me, trying to fit these psychological pieces of my life together, it reminds me of the process the beaver employs using twigs trying…
Smoke Rings on Her Wedding Day
The wedding guests waited, welded together like Milk Duds in a box would after sitting for hours on the hot vinyl seat of a Buick. As usual, Julia Johns, the bride was late. To relieve his growing claustrophobia, the groom, Bobby Melton paced the sidewalk in front of the building, puffing on his cigarette and…
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